Mags is relieved to at least have a few of her companions around her. "What a bloody mess," she says to the pair, forcing a resigned smile. "Where in the hells has everyone else gotten off to?" At the sound of the explosion to the west, she adds, "Ah."
She absently reaches for the sickle at her side, realizing then that it is still on the wagon. Guess I won't be needing that, she tells herself.
"Well, shall we go join the party then?"
Llyrann surveys those her friend has healed and carefully says nothing to the priestess who advised Mags to 'let them scar.'
"It seems we've done all we can for these folk," For now, She added silently to herself. "Yes, let's go."
Jervaise-the-peasant snarls in pain as he feels the acid eating into him, but steels himself, and after sparing a quick glance in the direction of the peasant writhing in pain, he crosses the room to the Alchemist, his face a mask of fury.
"Your foul concoctions will not aid you now. There need to be consequences for what has happened! Too many have died already!"
, crit chance...
, probably confirmed...
Jervaise-
Argith, the unfortunate teen, is given a quick death at the hands of an old Andoran patriot. The mob rushes behind you, cheering, and quickly collect his remains. One of them ties a ready made rope around the carcass and, securing the other end to the bed, deposits the lifeless body out the window to hang for all to see.
Some of the citizens gather around you patting you on the back and asking your name. "You took down those Chelish like they were Lamashan turkeys!" Below, it sounds like the foot soldiers have begun to engage the crowd...promptly they are now rushing upstairs with you.
There was genuine regret in Jervaise's eyes as he ended Argith's life.
I truly wish that circumstances had been different. Even though he was responsible for munitions, ending the life of a young man, especially one that was not strictly a soldier, is never pleasant. Still, I least I was able to offer him a death that was quicker, and less painful than the one that would have been dealt him by the mob...
Jervaise quickly pockets the (pouch?) Argith was clutching at his belt, and edges his way to the top of the stairs again, concern etched across his features at the sounds coming from below.
When cornered and congratulated, confusion plays across his face, and then he gives a rueful smile.
"My name's Brent. Thanks, but I was just lucky - this soldier dressed in one of them fancy Chelish uniforms dropped down from the roof in front of me, and I thought I was a gonner! But them, some arrows came out of nowhere, and took him out. I grabbed his weapon, and rushed up here to see what I could do. I had a lucky blow on one of the soldiers (I guess he had been softened-up already), but I was sure the other one would get me; then, some more arrows came in through the window, and took down the other soldier. I guess some of the town guards agreed with us, and wanted to help!"
Jervaise's face becomes a mask of determination, and he grips the hilt of the falchion tightly, if a little awkwardly (deliberately).
"Unfortunately, I doubt the ones down below agree with us, or at least, they won't admit it... I am gone anyway for what I did to that damned alchemist, but I'll see what I can do to clear a path to get the rest of you out of here. Everyone, gather upstairs!"
Ilorian
Mags hurries down the westward street, moving quickly at first but slowing as she nears the scene of the commotion. This wasn't part of the plan they had discussed and she has no idea what is taking place. As she slows she begins to study the crowd, looking for familiar faces, and trying to determine what is happening.
Illorian crouches down on the roof of the building he is using as a sniper hide. Waiting on the Guards to make thier intentions known.
Stealth:
Jervaise
The crowd gathers around Jervaise, some of them still sounding hopeful. It seems the group of 30, by death or abandonment has thinned to more like 20. Another says, "No, I can't do this!" And 4 others give themselves up to the guard, who promptly tie them up, leaving you with 15 upstairs.
Mags
You approach the sounds, looking for known faces...you pause a moment to gather your courage when a tall man in a yellow cape and ridiculous clothes bumbles around the corner in your direction "Phhhhine night for a riot, eh?" He seems to be mentally deficient. "What ever will the Baron do with these ones, hmm?" He laughs an idiotic laugh.
Ilorian
You push yourself down behind the peak of the roof, trying to understand the scene. Some of them are making rope manacles, perhaps they will arrest who they can.
"Fine enough," Mags answers distractedly. At first she seems almost annoyed by this man who has bumbled into her way, temporarily blocking her view. But then his odd attire catches her attention and she studies the man more closely.
"Nice cape," she continues, amicably enough. "A riot, you say?"
Llyrann froze as the yellow-caped idiot ambled into view. Several times in the past, men had feigned idiocy, trying to win favors or outright steal from her. With difficulty, she refrained from driving the idiot away. He was wearing yellow, and they were supposed to protect those in yellow.
Instead, she stood silently by her friend, watching for other threats.
Mags/Lylrann
"Oh yes, Bumbo was watchin' from Blacklocks' doorstep. Apparently, the house there on the corner directly across from the lab is Blacklock's house...if anything this moron says is true. "Saw them running very fast! Look, they hung up Argith like pork. Oh, you should be careful...there's some funny archer running around. He killed some devil then went that way..." He points down the dark ally to your right. "Were you trying to look for him, too? I wish the guards would let me release my dogs, thats my job...dog tender. Yup, its a good life..." He stands proudly.
On my turn will be casting:
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, DF
Range medium (100 ft. + 10 ft./level)
Area or Target one 20-ft. cube/level (S) or one fire-based magic item
Duration instantaneous
Saving Throw none or Will negates (object); Spell Resistance no or yes (object)
Quench is often used to put out forest fires and other conflagrations. It extinguishes all nonmagical fires in its area. The spell also dispels any fire spells in its area, though you must succeed on a dispel check (1d20 +1 per caster level, maximum +15) against each spell to dispel it. The DC to dispel such spells is 11 + the caster level of the fire spell.
Each creature with the fire subtype within the area of a quench spell takes 1d6 points of damage per caster level (maximum 10d6, no save allowed).
Alternatively, you can target the spell on a single magic item that creates or controls flame. The item loses all its fire-based magical abilities for 1d4 hours unless it succeeds on a Will save. Artifacts are immune to this effect.
So I can put out the lights in the area.
Moving away from the crowd as I do.
Then out a window on the first floor after its cast.
As some of the mob surrenders, Jervaise glances around in indecision...
Lore
Your spell pulls moisture from the air, splashing all surrounding alchemical fires within the lab into a wet sooty mess.
Jervaise
Mags
Illorian draws his bow again, this time aiming at the torch the guard is holding, and lets fly.
Ilorian
Sorry I was moving then casting that's it. I can place the 5 20 ft squares around the lab quenching in its area and 1 or 2 on the guards.
Area or Target: one 20-ft. cube/level (S) or one fire-based magic item
After words I will say "Quick this way."
1. Torch has flame knocked out from impact.
2. Torch is knocked out of guards hand from impact.
3. Torch getting an arrow stuck in it after they are seeing a a dead Chelish body guard at their feet with arrows sticking out of him, might just scare them enough to a) Drop the torch, b) Runaway, or c) Drop the torch and runaway.
or
4. Look at the torch with the arrow sticking out of it and light a cig.
4. Look at the torch with the arrow sticking out of it and light a cig.
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Llyrann
Lore
Ilorian
Ilorian
To Jervaise "Stay and Fight or leave?"
Seeing the guards around the door, and inferring that her companions are nearby, Llyrann subtly weaves arcane threads around the mounted guards and does a little something to get their attention focused firmly where it should be. On her.
She screams.
Quite loudly, in fact. Llyrann has a really good set of pipes and lungs, and if she'd been raised by the temple of Shelyn instead of Calistria, she'd probably have become a bard and singer of note. In any case, Llyrann screams, putting all the fear and horror she can into that single, enduring scream, and shivering for good effect when finally done.
Maybe one day I'll get tired of playing this card, she thinks to herself, but not tonight. It's too much fun!
"Please, Please!" Llyrann begged, "Please, you have to come here and protect my friend and me!"
Ilorian
The arrow tacks the doorframe with a loud knock. The startled guards turn in your direction, but can't seem to pinpoint your location. "On guard! At the rear!" they yell.
Just to make things easier, Jervaise moves over to Lore (I assume keen Elven eyes (i.e. Low-Light Vision) would be able to pin-point him?).
"If we stay, odds are we will have to take-on all the guards in town. I think now is the perfect opportunity to flee."
Jervaise then raises his voice:
"The Guards are coming in force! Everyone, run home whilst you still can!"
When Lore grabs Jervaise to fly off, he throws a thunderstone through the window in the lab, trying to set it off...
Lyrann
At the sound of your voice, 3 of the mounted men come galloping towards you. "Bah, Bumbo the slime! Harassing women again?" Bumbo gasps in terror and escapes through the ally behind Ilorian. They move to block him off, 2 staying there, the other going back around.
Jervaise
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Paellat thinks I don't think this is the way it was supposed to go down...oh well. and gets ready for a fight.
He wills his skullcap to transform him into a dwarf a full foot taller dressed in heavily robes. Disguise He makes his wand rifle take on the appearance of a crossbow, and draws out his wand of color spray.
His dwarf is a little too thin in the shoulders and the beard is slightly sparse, while it probably wouldn't fool an actual dwarf, most humans didn't know the difference, a dwarf is a dwarf.
Ok lets strike that. Running up the stirs casting fly 10 ft from a window. "Time to go!" makeing sure everyone is out of the house then we fly away looking for our fellow party members.
If I am told we are staying I start casting my buff spell.
Mirror Image
waiting for the mob downstairs to disperse.
then I open up some
Burning hands on the guy left outside. Not letting the fire hit any of the alchemical material.
Illorian sighs, "Time to pay the butchers bill." He takes aim at the guards near the doorway and lets lose.
Rapid Shot:
Arrow 1:
Damage:
Arrow 2:
Damage:
Edit:Only doing this if The people in the Shop Atttack the guards, just saw Jervs last post and am confused now.
I will cast fly on him "don't drop me!"
LOL